Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Remix) Lyrics

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin' 
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing 
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye 
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky 
Why I never liked chicken pot pie? 
Or the chopped chicken on rye? 
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up 
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut 
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly 
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly 
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it 
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets 
Laid out all over the grass 
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast 
Last as long as you can my man 
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Sittin front row at the chicken show so... 

Sittin front row at the chicken show so... 

Who's going chicken huntin 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! 

Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich 
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck 
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy 
Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly 
Peeked in his yard and what did I see 
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep 
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do" 
????"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"?????? 
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head 
The back of your neck's all over the shed 
Boomshacka boom chop chop bang 
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang 
To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin 
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin 
Last as long as you can my man 
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Blood guts fingers and toes 
Sittin front row at the chicken show so... 

Who's going chicken huntin 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! 

Went to Kentucky, I got lucky 
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky 
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow 
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow 

Redneck fella, moonshine sella 
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones 
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker 
You redneck fucker! 

Who's going chicken huntin 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
We's goin' chicken huntin' 
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!